I have carved several versions of skinks and am still not 100% satisfied. Getting the lines to intersect cleanly is just hard, and I need more practice. But it makes for an interesting carving, and I’m fairly happy with this one.

chip carving of five-lined skink with flowers

Saw a sign that says Fight Hate. But if I’m a pacifist, shouldn’t I Hate Fight? It’s all so confusing.

“In the Garden.”

chip carving of, at least iconographically, a peacock, in a frame carved with flowers and painted light blue

Eggplant, mini bell pepper, cayenne, basil, and sun gold cherry tomatoes from the garden, plus the last of a stick of dry chorizo, garlic, a few dry cured olives left from Christmas, and a little white wine. To be served over brown rice and topped with diced farmer’s cheese.

or as i like to call it, lunch

Dreamt last night that I was looking through a rainy window. Slowly the background blurred and the water droplets on the window came into perfect focus, the way they would in a movie. Hang on, I thought, I am not wearing my glasses! How is this possible? I must be dreaming. And then I woke up.

Bolted Japanese turnip. The ones that rooted up were long, purple, and mildly spicy; this one just made flowers in the heat.

delicate purple flowers, scraggly greens at the edge of a raised garden bed

View from the bottom of the driveway

flowers flowers flowers

And away we go

basket of fairy tale eggplants and various hot peppers

I will take the primeval whine-roar of a trillion cicadas over the pathetic sci-fi fanboy whine-plea of one electric car any day.

My weekly newspaper, per a recent discussion around here.

Lancaster Farming News, page one and classified ads